A week ago we walked in Dallas. We had a great turn out at both the dinner at Peace Lutheran Church and the 30 mile walk the next day. Compared to the walks in Uganda where it is often blistering hot, it was a cold day in Dallas. The sudden drop in temperature was unusual and unexpected. While all my Breckenridge friends were rejoicing (they are used to walking in 50 degree weather), I was a little concerned. A week prior to the walk I had sustained two stress fractures in my left foot. Every time I put that foot down it required a great deal of concentration and energy. In spite of the injury I planned to walk all 30 miles or at least as much as my foot could take. So the cold weather was a complication. I needed to work twice as hard to keep my body warm, which was going to be a problem with one foot injured. So you could say I limped a great deal and managed 24 miles before I was finally asked to stop! Two of my friends from college then took over and ran the last six miles on my behalf—it was a lesson in humbleness!
|Trish and Rathees after running the last 6 miles!!|
Looking back, I am so grateful for having had an injured foot because it crystallized one beautiful lesson for me—this walk is not about me! You would think I knew that by heart by now. The other wonderful experience was that instead of focusing on the pain—and I was in much pain by mile 10—I decided to see other people in the journey. Usually the walk in Uganda starts from point A to B. One just keeps going until they reach Kiwoko. So the only folks I get to see are those that happen to walk alongside me or past me. The design of the Campion trail was such that we went back and forth and I got to see so many people and also engaged in conversations along the way. At least 150 people participated in the combined event—a number that far exceeds our previous campaigns. Those 30 children we paid homage to were well honored and I feel so privileged that I could be part of such an amazing group of people—in that time, in that place, joined in one purpose and voice…to end child sacrifice. I also hope that on that trail, we all had moments to rekindle hope in our own journeys, and to heal.
|What a great crew!|
There are not enough words to express our thanks to countless folks who were involved in organizing the walk this year and to all our supporters across the country and beyond.
Thank you for looking after every detail behind the scenes.
Thank you for hosting us
Thank you for cooking for us
Thank you for driving and offering your vehicles for the weekend
Thank you to our volunteers who served us at resting points and braved that cold weather from 6Am to 5PM!
Thank you for praying for us
Thank you for telling other people about Rose’s Journey
Thank you for carrying the 30 victims of child sacrifice and the many missing children in your hearts that day
Thank you for giving us your time on Friday and all day Saturday
Thank you for donating your money and resources towards Rose’s Journey causes. We know that there are limitless options on how to spend your Friday evening and Saturday and what charities to support. We are thankful that you choose to trust us with your giving. We promise to remain fruitful and faithful stewards of these resources.
Thank you for adding your steps and voice and energy to ours! Folks, I hope that when the shins heal, and blisters are gone, we can still say that the best prize that life offered that weekend was the chance to work at work worth doing…Theodore Roosevelt.
Now that we have walked…what else do we do…more on blog later…